Author: Silvestra

Rating: R

Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance/Horror

Pairings: Draco/various, Draco/Harry, Harry/Ginny, Hermione/boy!Blaise and various other

Summary: When a bunch of students are locked inside the castle during a storm, curiosity and excitement take over fear and despair... (A/N: This idea has been boiling in my head for ages!)

Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to, I don't own Harry, Draco or any other character. They belong to Joanne Rowling, even though the "incredibly smart" plot twists and some characters belong to me.

WARNING!! Contains spoilers from OotP, including THE DEATH!! So if you don't want to be spoiled, don't read this and send me e-mails saying "WHY DID YOU SPOIL MY OOTP EXPERIENCE YOU HORRIBLE PERSON!" So don't tell me you didn't know there would be spoilers. You've been warned.

Author's notes: Thank you so much for the nice reviews, friends :) And as you probably see, I've changed the way the fic looks. In other words, there is less space between the lines and so on. Makes it easier to read ^__^

Anyway. In this chapter we don't still get the storm, but sure something interesting will happen. I hope you'll have the patience to wait for a couple of chapters until the storm appears...

Warning: prepare for some fluffy moments between Hermione and Ron.

Devilita: I'm sorry honey!! I had to make Draco a bastard, but don't worry... He'll learn his lesson! *grin*
Sapphrine: Hmm, yeah, she should have known about his reputation :) but Draco is that kind of guy who can make any girl believe whatever he wants them to believe.

Ahem. On with the story.

*~*~*~*

Harry Potter was walking in the corridors of Hogwarts. He was wandering around, not really knowing where to go or what to do.

Suddenly he saw movement in a dark corner. He pulled his wand out and whispered 'Lumos'.

"Malfoy?" he asked in amazement. Draco Malfoy was sitting in the corner, tears running down his cheeks.

"Potter," he said quietly. Harry gave him his hand and pulled him up.

"What has happened?" Harry asked with concern in his voice.

"I've been stupid, Potter," Malfoy snarled. "Really stupid." Harry grinned.

"Oh well, that's nothing new, Malfoy," he said, smiling widely. "Now what have you done, then?" he asked. Malfoy looked at him for a while.

"Er... Malfoy?" But before Malfoy replied or Harry could do anything, he felt Malfoy's lips on his own and Malfoy's tongue in his mouth. And Harry was kissing back.

"Oh – God! Malfoy – Malfoy," he gasped for air as Malfoy slid his hands inside Harry's robes, wandering downwards...

Harry's eyes snapped open and he was jerked back to reality. He held his head in disbelief. Why do I see dreams about Malfoy? he thought, a bit annoyed. Ron had told him about the dreams that he'd seen – dreams about Hermione and Lavender and so on. He saw hot dreams about girls. Harry saw hot dreams about Malfoy. There was a slight difference.

Sighing, Harry got up and headed towards the toilet. He brushed his teeth and went back to the dormitory, noticing that everyone else was still asleep. Harry checked his watch; it was nearly 6:30 am.

Deciding not to wait for his friends, Harry quickly dressed up and went to the Great Hall to have some breakfast.

*~*~*~*

At the same time Draco Malfoy was shifting in his bed uncomfortably. He had seen a rather unpleasant dream – about Potter. How Potter had nearly jumped on him and suffocated him with his tongue. Draco shuddered at the thought of him and Potter making out. He couldn't sleep anymore, in fear of seeing similar kinds of dreams again.

So Draco got up, dressed up and left to the Great Hall.

When Draco got there, he met a slight surprise. There was only one person in the Hall eating breakfast. And who else would it be than that speccy git, he thought, in a bit irritated tone. At least he didn't have to sit with Potter.

He walked to his house table, sat down and grabbed a toast. As he was buttering it, he noticed that Potter glanced at him every now and then. The next time Draco caught Potter looking at him, he stuck out his tongue at him. Potter looked embarrassed and turned his gaze away from Draco. Draco smiled in a self-centered way and continued buttering his toast.

*~*~*~*

"Morning, Harry," Hermione said, yawning and sitting next to Harry about a half an hour later. "Why you up so early?" she demanded. Harry shrugged.

"Couldn't get sleep," he muttered, pouring some orange juice for himself. "Is Ron still sleeping?" he asked. Hermione nodded.

"At least he wasn't in the Common Room. And when I saw Dean, he said that Ron was sleeping like a sloth," she said and let out a giggle. "Ginny's coming soon, though," she added. "Couldn't get sleep either."

"I see," Harry said absent-mindedly. "So, what lessons are we having today, again?" he asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, Harry - -"

"I haven't been able to learn the timetable by heart, thank you very much," he snapped before Hermione could say anything to him. She blinked.

"Oh – ok. Well, we have double Potions, double Care of the Magical Creatures and... I have Arithmency. I don't know, you must have Divination there," she said after thinking a while. Harry smiled.

"Thanks, 'Mione," he said. "Oh, look, there's Ginny," he said, pointing towards the Great Hall entrance. Ginny walked towards him and Hermione, yawning and rubbing her eyes.

"Morning," she said with a tired voice. "So you couldn't get sleep either?" she said, smiling.

"No," Harry and Hermione said at the same time. Ginny sat down opposite to Hermione and looked at the different breakfast possibilities, then decided to take cereals.

"Harry," Ginny said suddenly.

"Yeah?" Harry's voice was a bit ruder than he had meant it to be.

"Sorry," Ginny said quickly. "You – you just look like something's wrong, that's all," she explained.

"Oh – oh yeah," Harry said with a blank voice. "I – just keep having these weird dreams," he said and took a deep breathe. Ginny and Hermione exchanged a look.

"Really? What kind of dreams?" Ginny asked, frowning. Harry blushed heavily and took a quick glance at Malfoy, hoping the girls didn't notice it.

"Um – I'd rather you didn't know about them," he said and blushed a bit more. Ginny raised a dark red eyebrow and smirked. Harry flinched a bit; Ginny's expression reminded him very vividly that one of Malfoy's. The look that Malfoy used to give Harry when they were insulting each other.

"Oh, really?" Hermione said, grinning.

"Really, I –" Luckily Harry was saved by Neville Longbottom, who walked to their table from among the other students – apparently rest of Hogwarts started to wake up.

"Hi," Neville said, sitting down. "Horrible day today," he muttered.

"Why is that?" Harry asked.

"Double Potions," Neville said a bit shakily. "I spent almost the whole night writing that Wolfsbane essay for Professor Snape and I don't think he'll be satisfied with it," he said and shook his head. Hermione had a pitiful look in her eyes.

"Don't worry about it, Neville," she said. "I mean, when has he ever given any of us good grades?" she pointed out. Neville smiled a bit.

"You're right," he said, thinking about it.

Hermione looked at her watch.

"We should go," she exclaimed. "Potions start soon and I'm not going to be late. And," she added, after thinking for a while "we have to go and wake Ron!" She stood up quickly and left Harry, Ginny and Neville alone. They all stared after her.

"Now... what was that about?" Ginny asked blankly. Harry shook his head.

"I have no idea," he said, truthfully. Suddenly Ginny frowned.

"It's only, like, 7:15 am," she said in amazement. "Your lessons start at eight." Harry looked at Ginny and then at Neville. They both shrugged.

"Well, at least she won't be late," Harry said.

*~*~*~*

"Hermione – we have to stop meeting like this," Ron gasped when he pushed Hermione against a wall and kissed her deeply.

"Why – should we?" Hermione panted, out of breathe. Ron was an incredible kisser. He moved down her neck, licking her collarbone and pulling her close to him.

"Oh – Ron," Hermione said and leaned back to the wall so she wouldn't fall down.

It was lucky that they had found the Room of Requirement in their fifth year, when they needed it for the DA meetings. When they needed a place to make out and snog, they'd just go there – and they'd have a nice little broomstick cupboard to go to.

"Hermione," Ron panted, "do you think we could - -" he said and fell silent, blushing. Hermione knew what he was thinking. She put her hands against his chest and parted him from herself.

"Ron," she said, looking into his eyes. "You know – you know that I'm not ready yet," she said. Ron lowered his gaze, clearly embarrassed of the fact that he had suggested it. Hermione touched his chin and lifted his head up gently, smiling.

"I – I want to do it," she said, her voice shaking, "but – I'm not ready yet," she said and took a deep breathe. Ron looked into her eyes.

"Hermione," he started. "I just – I am not going to hurry you," he said. "I want you to enjoy it because – because I – " he seemed to be unable to complete his sentence.

"What, Ron?" she whispered.

"I – I bloody love you, Hermione," he said and blushed furiously. Hermione's jaw dropped and she looked at Ron like he was a lunatic.

"Ron – are you – ARE YOU SERIOUS?" she almost shouted. Ron couldn't but nod.

"Yes, I am," he said. "I really love you."

Ron kissed Hermione deeply and tasted some of the salty tears falling from Hermione's eyes.

But what he got wrong was that he thought Hermione was crying because of joy.

*~*~*~*

"I expect every one of you has written the essay about Wolfsbane," Snape's dry voice said, his gaze jumping from Harry to Hermione, from Hermione to Ron and from Ron to Neville. "Am I right?" he asked. A vague murmuring of "yeah" was heard in the class.

Harry reached down to his schoolbag to get his essay, ink bottle, parchment, quill and his book. He hadn't really had difficulties writing the essay, seeing as Remus Lupin was a werewolf and had to drink the Wolfsbane potion every month to stop himself from hurting anyone. But, knowing Snape, Harry knew that no matter how long and good his essay would be, Snape would never, not even in his nightmares, give Harry an Outstanding.

"Hurry up now," Snape snarled. "I don't have the whole day. We should still brew a Potion today and it requires a lot of concentration," he said, "which I don't think some of you have, that is," he said in a way that made Harry's insides boil with anger.

Snape collected the Essays and started to explain the making of a sleeping draught they would be making later.

However, Harry was so tired, having not slept well, that he felt his eyelids lopping down now and then. He tried to keep his eyes open...

"Come catch me, Potter!" Draco Malfoy flied on his Nimbus 2001 and laughed nastily when Harry tried to reach him. "What's the matter, Potter? A bit beyond your reach?" he teased, making incredible loops in the air.

"Slow down Malfoy," Harry panted. "I want to – "

"You want... what?" Malfoy said and cackled. "Come on, Potter... I have something for you..." Malfoy landed and dismounted his broom, waiting for Harry to land as well.

"Just like that, Potter... You will like it," Malfoy whispered when Harry walked towards him. When they were about four inches away from each other, Malfoy grabbed Harry and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.

A moment later they were laying on the wet ground, ripping each other's robes open.

"Oh my God, Draco, not there!" Harry moaned when Malfoy's hands found their way inside his boxers...

"Potter!" Snape snapped. Harry opened his eyes and realised he had been actually sleeping - dreaming - during a Potions lesson.

"Yes, professor?" he said, a bit annoyed.

"No daydreaming in the class," Snape said through gritted teeth. Then he gave Harry an evil grin. "And if you don't mind, we really wouldn't like to hear about your dreams so - loudly, if I might say?" Some of the Slytherins snorted. Harry looked startled, but then he understood - he must have been speaking in his sleep.

"Oh my God, Draco! Not there!" Pansy mimicked his voice, sounding pretty much like him. Harry blushed heavily.

"Five points from Gryffindor, Potter," Snape said with his dry voice. "And if you fall asleep again, you will get detention. Maybe you should sleep at nights and not - eh - think about Malfoy so much," he added and turned away.

"Don't do anything," Hermione whispered. Harry clenched his hands into fists, when he heard the Slytherins fake-coughing "fag!".

But to his surprise, Malfoy wasn't laughing or making fake coughs.

*~*~*~*

When Draco lay in his bed later in the evening, confusing thoughts ran across his head.

Potter had dreamt about him.

During a Potions class.

Draco shook his head. Potter's not in his right state, he thought. Then he smirked. Well... I can understand. Who wouldn't fall in love with me? I am good-looking, rich and fucking sexy. Hell, I'm bloody sex on legs.

He heaved a deep sigh. He wanted to get laid, it was a couple of days since he had slept with Devilita Storm. And she wasn't even a good fuck, even though she looked like it, he thought bitterly and gritted his teeth.

While he lay there, thinking about Potter, he found his hand making its way to his pyjama bottoms. And without he even noticed, he was having a hard-on – when thinking about Potter? Draco shook his head aggressively. He wasn't gay. He couldn't be.

Or... what if he was? After all – no girl had ever made him come. It was all a big show, pretending and acting, fake moans and fake orgasms. And the girls were beaming afterwards – until Draco dumped them.

But what could he do? That's how he was. He was no bloody romantic here-have-a-box-of-chocolate-guy. He was definitely a I-just-want-to-fuck-you-so-hard-you'll-see-stars-guy.

He sighed again. And a grin crept to his face.

After all, Potter was not ugly...

*~*~*~*

To Be Continued...